Two Rivers Isle think of the future

"nah, that's all right, miz adylaide," colt mumbled, protracting her name and drawing it into 'adeelayde.' "yew jes' — go on an' eat up. yer eatin' fer more than one."
it didn't feel right to talk about anything unmentionable.
"how long yer pack been around these parts?" he asked instead, always hungry for information and especially that gleaned far more easily than usual.